This past week I’ve been a little overwhelmed.
It happens, right? The list gets longer, the days don’t. Worries grow, the budget shrinks. Reality hits. A little harder once in a while.
You’ve been there?
For me, when it all builds up, or falls apart; when one thing keeps leading to another thing and then to another, I can start to feel stuck. Sometimes I might suppose I’ve lost all choices or control. Other times I might see so many choices I can’t imagine where to begin.
I wish I could say that was last week and this is now. (Oooooo, actually, maybe I could pretend!)
Oh whatever. The truth is I’m inching my way through the teetering piles of metaphorical garbage that must be tended to, getting things cleaned up and cleared out as best I can, one tiny shred of that annoying Easter basket filler at a time. It’s slow going, but I’m going. Things won’t be perfect, but I’ll do my best. I’m kind of alone but mostly I’m not. I’ve gained some skills, I’m also winging it. I think this is how it’s done.
Tonight someone I didn’t know said something to me that was very brave, and unexpected, and sweet, and mostly very brave.
Courage matters.
There will always be garbage.
Some days life requires more work than others.
The sun keeps rising again.
It will be ok.
by julie rybarczyk
